Bonareri Maisiba

I am in love. I have been in love, just for a while now. I can tell that it’s all genuine, that eventually it happening. After all the wrongs and hurts that were probably self-created. Yes. I always lack an answer when asked if I have ever been in a relationship before. I know I…

Who is a brother or a sister? This is how far my frustrations have taken me. For close to one year now I have been asking myself who is worth calling a brother or a sister. I yet don’t know. My dictionary defines a brother as “a boy or man who has one or both of…

Somehow in your walks of life you have had friends move from grass to grace, from poorest to richest, from grass thatched houses to bungalows. Miracles happen. Maybe you were part of their success story. They stuck by you when they had nothing. You shared the little you had, as little as your parents could…

I recently received a call from a friend we have not met in years, close to 10 years now. It was unexpected. I had almost forgotten about her completely, it took me time to remember her name. 10 years without communicating means we were seasonal friends. We became friends because we met and though we…

Now this is where my disappointment with service providers has reached. I did a draft post on this in January; a time when my world seemed to have crumbled. This was a time I was torn between worlds that were so cruel to me. I could not tell good and bad apart, I could not…

“Whichever the case, there is need for me to pass across this message. We need money. We need to expand and become international. We must be rich so we can get more ladies like her” Immediately he said these words I knew something was not right. I looked up and saw two men seated next…

I sit down to think about all manner of things. I allow my heart and head to wander, worry, laugh at and enjoy all sorts of things that I see, think about and mostly remember. Yes, I remember things that I saw ages ago and think about them. I look at things when on my…

I am not fond of doing straight talks. But I am forced to do this. Some people just pushed me so hard to the wall into doing this. The reason I blog. The reason I think. The reason I write. Not to say that I am out to write about people, but to be sincere…

I am someone’s child, born of a woman. Like any other person I breastfed.  I was not born an adult; I was a child, way back when I didn’t even know who I really was. Then when not most people could tell if I was a he or a she; kids look alike despite gender….